Have you ever used a bathroom for the disabled? I have a shit load of times and never felt bad about it. The handicapped stalls have their advantages. They tend to have more space, which is nice when you have to take a mean shit. My claustrophobia also plays a factor. So naturally, I go to the disabled toilet 90% of the time. The odds of a handicap person needing to use that restroom is slim to none, but that’s still doesn’t mean it can’t happen.
The other day I went to the movies. The movie theater was located inside a mall called the Oviedo Marketplace. This shopping center had a luxurious Regal Cinemas. They built a second story just for this movie theater, the rest of the mall took place on the bottom level.
As I took the escalator up to Regal, you know the famous movie theater
I just mentioned, I began to think about things, I was wondering if the movie I was going to watch would be any good. Before I knew it, it was time to make that awkward step off the escalator. I managed to land that step without injury and noticed the gentlemen who tears tickets for a living. He did his job well and told me to have a good day, and that my movie would be on the right side. But I had unfinished business and had to go to the left. It was concession time mother fuckers.
As I waited in line to get a Medium Coca-Cola I noticed a man with a walker coming off the escalator. This man was an older person, who seemed really happy. There was a man behind him, who was watching his every move. You could tell he was looking out for the guy.
Can I help who’s next? The cashier asked. Im sorry I got distracted for a second. Can i have medium coke please. Would you like a large coke, its only 50 cents more and you get a free refill, she insisted that it was a great value. No just a medium please. I received my coke, which was dripping, but I dealt with it. No reason to let that dampen my day. I had noticed the two gentlemen from earlier now waiting in the line as I made my way past them to go to my theater. I had noticed two bathrooms and kept walking my way when all of sudden a splash of liquid hit my face. My coke had spilled everywhere. I had a ice cube hit me in the eye and suffered with blurry Vision syndrome for a few seconds. I was pissed at this point, in fact I looked like I wet myself with the collateral damage of coca cola stain near my crotch. It was the Apocalypse of spills and I had to let someone know about it.
On my venture back to the concession, I had thrown my cup away into the trashcan next to the bathrooms that I mentioned earlier and after that I told someone about it. So I went back to the disposer of tickets, and I noticed his name this time around. Xavier was his name, and I told him what happened. He had asked if I had the cup still and I told him no. Next he asked where my cup was and I told him in the trash, his last question was, can you get it out of the trash and I told him to go fuck himself. He told me to wait just a second, so I did.
As I was waiting for my refill, the older man with the walker and the young man with him were close to the spill section. It made me a little nervous, but they managed to pass it without any issues, I could see it from a distance to where I was standing.
Here is your drink, Xavier said. I had told him thankyou and made my way to the theater. My ticket said auditorium 18. It was quite the walk, but I finally made it. I was actually meeting my mother there. When I got to theater 18 I saw my mother and noticed the older man with the walker and the guy with him sitting directly behind my momma.
About half way through the film, I heard a drop. It was the drop of a soda, I could tell. I felt the liquid enter the soles of my feet from the spill. The old man had said, Damn it, and I don’t blame him. To spill your drink sucks big time. The old man tried to clean it up himself, god bless him. I finally figured out who the guy watching over him was. Dad don’t worrie about it, ill clean it up, he said. It was his son.
Eventually the movie had ended and I made my way to the bathroom. I thought of the man with the walker when I decided to enter the handicapped bathroom. I dropped my pants and boxers down to the ground and unleashed the beast. Midway thru shit, I see these wheels from the outside of the stall and I hear the knock. I had immediately felt like shit from the inside and out. I knew I fucked up. I’LL JUST BE ONE MINUTE, I Shouted!!!. I finished my shit And wiped my ass so quick, you wouldn’t believe it. I pulled up my pants and boxers in record time. I washed my hands soaplessly devoted. I got out of the bathroom and noticed the older man getting help from his son to piss in a urinal. I had told them how sorry i was and they were surprisingly humble and said no problem. I got out as quickly as I could. My momma was in the women’s restroom so I had time to think about what I did.
As I was waiting i looked down to the lower level and noticed a business called ” Blue Jasmine” it was filled with colorful items and positive vibes, which was the furthest thing from what I was feeling
You write this as it is. This is the way it happens in real life. That you (or the person in this short tale) felt guilt
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So you liked it? Was it worth the read
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Yeah. Only complaint is it so short 🙂
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Is a good thing. It means you or he is still aware and your conscience is still active and boy buried under self-centeredness. The Blue Jasmine shop is a contradiction. It’s bright lights and positive vibes serves to emphasized the awfulness you felt.
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Precisely. I’m glad to you got it. I had some dweeb say it was funny, but didn’t really go anywhere. We both know it connected flawlessly and I’m glad you understood its ending
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Thank you. I read a lot and I think people who loves to read books end up being thinkers.
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Change *boy to not. Lol sorry for the typo.
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Nice posts! I like the way you write because it’s so natural, fresh and sharp. You know my mind is so nervous and it’s difficult to me to read long texts (if it’s not a chosen book) and yours is so easy to read because it’s agile 🙂 So, thank you for that, keep it up because you’re a very good writer, and I will definitely follow your work. Do you mind if I add your site to the list of my main fave links? (at the sidebar in my site), so glad to connect!!
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Go for it, what does agile mean?
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Agile means quick, not heavy, swift, light 🙂
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Thanks hot stuff. I bet I could learn a lot from you.
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*My previous comment got blocked as spam by Akismet days ago, and so I will try to recreate what I think that I typed that day*
Hello Gastradamus,
I think that you learned something from this experience, and I hope that people reading this will also learn something from reading your experience.
It sounds like that cinema/movie theater should get some new cups and cup tops that will help reduce the chances of people dropping their drinks. 😀
-John Jr
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Thank you so much John for your words. Feel free to share this incredible story, that way people learn from the experience. It s always a pleasure
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You are welcome Gastradamus.
My comments were not showing up on any of the blogs that I commented on, I tried to let you and the others know in my replies to your comments on my blog (I also gave you some recommendations in my reply to your comment on my blog), and I ended up having to contact Akismet to get this fixed.
This has happened to me at least three times or more over the years, and each time I have had to contact them to fix this; but then I lose my comments, and I have to guess what I wrote and type them again.
Anyway, at least it is fixed for now.
Good luck with your blog,
-John Jr
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Your comments are always wanted at Gastradamus. Blog free or die writing
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😀
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Hello Gastradamus,
I forgot to list some of the recommendations for your blog that I made in my reply to your comment on my blog (in case you did not get my reply):
“I do have a few recommendations for you blog like: adding a custom menu on your blog with a link to your Home page and an About page (I recommend adding a contact form to it as well), maybe add a few more widgets (like the Follow Blog widget, RSS Links widget, Gravatar Profile widget, Top Posts & Pages widget, My Community widget, et cetera to your main sidebar instead of the footer), enabling all of the Share Buttons, and do not use more than a combined total of 15 categories and tags per post because if you use more than that your posts will not show up in the WordPress.com Reader and your posts will show further down in search engine results.”
-John Jr
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Thank you John, I’ll take a look into your recommendations
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You are welcome Gastradamus, and thank you for considering my recommendations and for replying.
-John Jr
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Hi! Just wanted to thank you again for stopping by my blog. I really enjoyed reading Blue Jasmine. It was really interesting as well as brutally honest. I think the best part about it was that most aspects of the story are relatable to so many people. Maybe not in particular the incident with the stall for disabled people but in the sense that we have all at some point done something we consciously know is wrong and yet not felt guilty about it until we are caught in the act and suddenly our conscience decides to come back to life. I really liked your blog and would highly encourage that you keep writing these short stories!
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PoojaG speaks the truth people. This story is starting to take off. It you look at feedback, you’ll realize that 95% of people love this thing. Thanks for the feedback
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You’re very welcome! I’m so glad your story is getting good feedback!
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Thank you so much, you should check out Miss Scarlet as well
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Thank you so much, you should check out Miss Scarlet as dwell
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Ok I will definitely do that! 🙂
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I like honest stuff. This story is raw and touching just because it speaks the truth with no decorated lines. Beautifully written. 🙂
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Thank you Sweta, I’m glad you like the story. This one is the fan fave.
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I sort of commented on my blog post: Shopping for a bra can be funny
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Very interesting response, will take it. Thank you
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I like the way his attitude/voice gives way to reason as things develop, and the feelings of remorse come across in a most sincere fashion. It’s a believable episode. Love the conclusive metaphorical expression.
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True story Blue jasmine … So what do you think Kev, do I have spunk. A deals a deal. Will be purchasing one of your novels, which one do you recommend
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Definitely got spunk! 😉
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Funny and honest… you have comedic talent and a good sense of bathos.
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Do we love cake or what people. Go check out his blog, because the writing over there is excellent . Cotton is my personal favorite so far from this writer. Glad you liked at and congratulations, every time you see or go into the disabled bathroom, you will think of this story. Its just the way it is
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Thanks for the shout out
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We take care of our people here, you’ve been nothing but curtious, and you write damn good, its the least I can do
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Thanks again
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This was absolutely hilarious… love love
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Well we love your blog Linda I would recommend all of my followers to check it out.
I’m so happy you loved this one. This piece has not gotten the attention is deserves, but I think that will change in due process
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Love your blog as well and your wonderful stories.
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